Saturnalias Day
by Sam StarEagle
Summary: Season Two, Three-part, Multi-ship trilogy. K/L, A/R, Helo/Maggie. Special moments for a special day...
1. Only for today

Lee ducked out of the pilots' rec-room just as the triad game was getting interesting. He wasn't anywhere near close to drunk yet, so he knew he'd more than hold his own, but the only thing he'd win in the end was enough booze money to keep Tigh happy for about half a day, and he couldn't imagine why he'd even want that much in the first place. That and he didn't need anymore cubits for presents. What little he'd spent on cheap fleet ambrosia for his pilots' had been downed and forgotten already by the raucous room over and hour ago, and his Dad was holding on to one of the few true vintage bottles left in the universe. Wasn't much, but it was enough between the two of them. What he had left to spend after that…that all went to the good present….

…the one waiting in his locker next to his bunk that if he hurried he had just enough time.

The last he saw her; she was smiling with crazy green eyes over her hand of full colors. She was on a roll, so no way was going to walk away now. Not her style.

Lee rushed through the dark blue maze of jagged steel and armored deckplating, thanking the laws of physics that the sound of wild revelries didn't travel through the vacuum of space or else the Cylons would have found and shredded them apart hours ago. As it was, everybody seemed to have forgotten about that for now…for today. All it used to mean to Lee was shiny new presents and an all too often empty seat at the dinner table. Toys were always great memories for a little kid, especially Zak, but the man in Lee could only remember the empty chair. The long distance calls. Sometimes not even that. It wasn't something he could look back on with war wearied eyes and marvel at the dazzle of sparkling lights in innocence. Just one of a million things he couldn't think of a reason to regret their being gone.

But it all made sense today.

If only for today…_if only for her._

He finally reached the hatch, extending his hand and lifting the creaking metal with a hard jerk. Lee's feet practically bounced across the cold deck as he flew towards his goal. The locker opened up and his hands sped through his well organized stuff right for where it…

Where it…

"_Gods damn it, come on, it's right in…"_

Where it…

"_What in the…?!"_

Wasn't.

**"FRAK!!!"**

Lee slammed the locker hard as he could and forced himself to take in a breath. Somebody stole it. On of these God's damned jocks found it and pawned it off for a few thrills. That's what happened. Those motherfrakking…

"Okay, get a grip, Lee. Maybe it's still in here…" he grabbed out at the nearest locker "…maybe it's still…"

"What's still here, Lee?" came a smooth voice from behind him. He stopped dead and silent, trying to come up with some half-assed explanation in the next 3.4 seconds that wouldn't give him away.

"I was just looking for…" Lee hoarsely started to say as he straightened up and turned around, stretching his words out in the dying hope he could still think of…no he couldn't. "Just remembered I had an extra bottle somewhere in my stuff. Party might appreciate it"

"Hmmm…" Kara glared at him, grinning sprightly and all too confidently for his comfort "Yeah, I thought I remembered the same thing." she started in his direction like a hungry cat "Thought I'd go through my stuff, too…"

She moved up next to him and opened her own locker. He pretended not to watch her pretending not to watch him as she tossed her wrinkled clothes from side to side, finally producing a half empty bottle of glowing amber liquid. "Here it is." she exclaimed happily as Lee silently let out a sigh of relief.

THUMP!!!

She looked down…he looked down…and cursed with the punctuation of his all too short reprieve.

"What's this?" Kara said as she reached down for the weighty hexagonal object wrapped in shiny metallic emerald paper.

"_Don't say anything, Lee…don't say anything, Lee…" _he thought to himself, the outward picture of disinterest.

She shot a quick glance at him and put her attention to unwrapping the recycled shoebox stuffing paper standing in for real wrapping paper. "Well whatever it's supposed to be they sure wrapped it all pretty." Kara muttered out loud as Lee watched her give up being gentle with it and tear through the emerald paper…the same emerald sparkle as her eyes.

"Hello…" Kara quipped, letting the paper fall to the floor and looking down at the burgundy covered book in her hands. "I think I got a present, Lee." she smiled up at him "Wonder who left it?"

"No idea…" Lee smiled back with clenched teeth. No way did she just…of course she did. No way in frak would she let _him_ surprise her. Her style…

She thumbed through it, randomly stopping close to halfway through, and looked down, cocking her head slightly as she slowly mouthed the words gradually to an audible whisper.

"…_running through flowing gold grass, fleeing down the hill into the empty jade depths of a lonely sea, into the storm. He holds steady at my back, tugging at my soul with fading embers of the distant sun. I will but turn and see him standing in shadow, holding fast to me in silhouette towards a dark, stormy sea. Shining ahead my pathway, deeper into darkness…my constant and beaming shadow, warm at my back. My constant and sure star…always at my back through to morning. Beckoning me for my dawn."_

"Good poem…" she grinned at him "Not my favorite of hers, but…" Kara smirked.

"Well I hope you like it, Kara." Lee replied, dropping whatever regret he felt over losing the element of surprise.

"I will even more if I ever find out who gave it to me…" she kidded "I'm thinking Hotdog…"

"Oh drop it."

"Drop what, Lee?" she kept smiling wide, ready to let out a stifled giggle.

"When did you find it?" Lee asked.

"You don't expect me to tell, do you, Lee?" Kara responded, finally breaking into a giggle "One of us has to keep a secret."

"Heh…yeah, one of us…" Lee didn't really care how she'd found out about his gift, or when she'd taken it before he could surprise her with it to pull her own on him. Only one thing mattered. She liked it. He saw it in the way her lips quivered as she listened to the words out loud, the way her cheeks had been flushed pink since she'd finished reading the brief passage. Just what he'd wanted.

Enough to make some sense of the day. What little there was left in the universe anymore.

Kara bent down to pick up the fallen emerald paper and discreetly stuffed it back into her locker. "Thanks for the book, Lee." she said, going over to her bunk and slipping the book of Colonial poetry under the covers, safe enough for a lonely night. "See you back at the party?" Kara asked him, making her way for the still open hatch.

Lee relaxed against the lockers and smiled "Why not…"

Kara had gotten to the hatch as a stray thought popped into Lee's head. "I don't suppose you got me anything…did you?"

She froze and tensed up, her fingers scraping across the heavy armor. "I forgot. Sorry."

"You forgot?"

"Yep."

"It's okay, I was just…" Lee stuttered to pull back from putting her on the spot "Only wondering."

"You didn't get a present, did you, Lee?" Kara reluctantly asked.

"I'll probably have a free hangover in the morning for what it's worth…" Lee replied, trying to make light of the situation.

"You're supposed to get something, Lee. It's Saturnalias day." Kara reminded him, moving from the door and back towards him with slow, deliberate steps.

"Only until tomorrow." he dodged all too politely.

"Aw, see that's too late…" she said, invading his space "The Gods want you to get a present today. That's the rule."

"Well it's a bit late to shop around." he quietly snarked, staring into her cool green eyes.

Kara locked into his steady gaze herself "You know, Major, there is one thing I can give you that counts the same with the Gods."

"And what's that, Captain?" Lee asked, just in time to get the words out as Kara's lips met his, warm and wet, throbbing red with her pulse as it joined his. He stood firm and still, feeling her fingers wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him in deeper. He breathed her in, filling his lungs with her heat and her scent, sweeter than the free flowing ambrosia rushing through his blood, and all the more intoxicating. She lingered as he started to reach up past the crumpled green of her jacket and settle into the warmth of her body.

He felt the soft lines of her back just as she pulled away.

"Happy Saturnalias day, Lee." Kara softly smirked, rocking on her heels as she smiled her schoolgirl grin and left the room with a parting glance. _Just her style..._

He stared off into the air where she'd just been standing, still shocked and tasting her. He didn't get to pull off his once relished surprise on her. The world was still the same frakked up place, filled with people celebrating something he could never truly make himself believe in.

But it all made sense today.

If only for today…_if only for her._


	2. Orange and Blue

Bill sat alone, sipping down the smooth, time infused flavor of his gift, taking a much needed rest from the glaring lights of the CIC. He was by himself all too naturally, not expecting to see his XO until sometime late the next day. He'd already had his shared moment for the day, glancing over at the vintage ambrosia bottle that Lee had brought by earlier. A few smiles, laughs, and a long, all too brief hug was what they'd gotten from it.

Still it didn't seem like enough.

All too often he'd been right here, maybe not the same ship or even the same surroundings, but he always managed to find himself right here. By himself.

He remembered always trying to get that call through on time, right as they were finishing up dinner and working on their desserts. Right on time for them to pass the phone around and tell him how good the food was and ask for clues about what was in the odd, rectangle shaped blue box, or what was in the shiny red one. Bill could hear their voices as clear as if they were in the room with him…there with him now. Carolanne's polite, edgy tone, always happy for the boys and always reminding him they wished he was there with them. Zak was the excited one, all too anxious to find out what his Dad had sent him, and never forgetting to tell him how much he'd love it.

Lee was about the same as his brother, but he could always feel something else in his voice. Something missing.

They were closer than they'd ever been now, all these years and light-years away from there. But he could still hear that voice.

A hard knock on the hatch woke him out of his mediation "Come in."

A familiar flash of red popped around the brutish steel armor and into view "Hello Commander."

Bill pushed himself up from his couch and stood up as honorably as he could "Madam President."

"I thought I'd pay you a visit before I have to get back to Colonial One." she told him, standing before him in faded gray and holding a discreetly wrapped flat package behind her back "Billy spent all last week setting up a party for the staff, and I do not want to miss getting to see him try to sing." Laura lost her as always dignified demeanor and broke into a silly giggle "Let's just say I've heard some _interesting_ rumors…"

"Well don't let me keep you away from them." Bill smiled, letting himself go at ease "What's today's results?" he asked anxiously.

"It's getting…" she cut contact with his steel blue eyes, her words tired, trailing and distant as her gaze "Cottle's still got me on our usual routine, and I'm…I'm okay, and I intend to have a wonderful time this evening."

He watched her try to not look back into him, hide her state with the niceties of her well practiced and honed skill, but it was still there. That single glint that she'd painfully fight and never was able to obscure from him. The same flash that tore into him but he'd never pull away from.

"It's good to hear, Laura." he replied, ending it right where they both needed it to.

"And, to be honest, Commander," she stated in eloquent form once more "there is another reason why I decided to keep my shuttle, and Billy waiting." She pulled the package wrapped in simple brown paper from behind her back and held it out to him "Happy Saturnalias day, Bill Adama."

He took it into his hands and grasped both ends of the octagonal object, feeling its light weight and the rough paper surface "Thank you."

A moment passed between them, then two, too many for Laura's liking. "Aren't you going to open it?"

"Of course." Bill replied, working his fingers around one blunted corner, and tearing the wrapping with a quick rip.

"You didn't think I'd leave without seeing your reaction, did you?" she reminded him.

The brown paper peeled away revealing a brilliant blue, storm tossed sea being ridden by a majestic mass of swirling fabric and tall oak that scrapped the clouds. A ship. He looked at it, studying the old print of an even older painting, and started to say something, before catching another shape in the corner of his eye. His ship.

It was his ship.

"I was on the Greenleaf the other day and noticed this." Laura started to explain "I thought it looked familiar, and so I…"

"It's perfect." Bill finished for her, not the words she would have said, but better than she'd hoped for.

"I notice you always seem to be working on it…and you never seem like you're that much closer to finishing it, so maybe this can help you."

"And I never will be." he said, gazing down at his soft spoken gift from Laura "I can't tell you how long I've been working on that thing. I don't think I ever will finish it."

"Could that be because you don't want to?" she asked him, connecting the dots in her mind with the puzzle that was Bill Adama in front of her.

"What's the fun having everything perfect?" Bill replied.

"So you keep it for an excuse to lose sleep over trying to make every part fit exactly where you want it to, make it just right."

"Or just screw up on purpose so I have to start it all over again." he grinned "The best part isn't the end…it's everything you bleed into making yourself keep going. I don't ever intend to finish it."

"Well I'm glad I was able to give some inspiration to keep going." Laura smiled back at him "And with that, I think I should be off." Her smile sparkled in Bill's gaze as she started to make her way out.

"While you're here, Laura…" Bill spoke up, laying his painting down on the table beside him and walking over to his desk, and pushing aside a motley assortment of open files and slips of paper "I have something for you."

"Oh," she perked up, her shoulders squeezing in "I can't wait to see…"

"I'm sorry in advance for not remembering to have this wrapped and have it ready for you today, but…" he admitted.

"Hmm…" she grinned "I guess looking after the lives of all that's left of Humanity is a good excuse for being a little forgetful from time to time, Bill."

"Hey, _you_ managed to get me a boat." he countered staunchly, before falling into a silly laugh. Bill finally pulled a piece of white construction paper out from amidst the squabble and handed it over to her waiting hands "Somebody had to bring their little girl over for an emergency checkup. She's okay, but when she was in sickbay we found out she's a budding artist."

Laura looked down at the drawing in colored crayon of a lady with a big head and a bigger smile with bright orange hair wearing a navy blue dress.

**Lara Rozlin**

"This is…" she sniffled, fading what could have been a tear into a happy giggle "This is too sweet, Bill. And an honor to finally have an official portrait done."

"Thought you'd like it, Laura." Bill breathed out in hushed contentment, grinning wide and true "I think I'll have to ask her to have one done of me."

"Oh, you must." she replied, tired but happy like she wanted to be "Although I'll have to get onto Billy for not having told me how huge my head is."

"You do that." Bill said, stepping forward a short stride. He fell into her eyes, deep and shining out, still fighting, fiery as ever. He leaned forward and she with unspoken consent made the same move. They met as he gently kissed her, silent and steady, and all too short to fill a single moment "Happy Saturnalias day, Laura."

"Same to you, Bill." she smiled, tired and content, ready to leave now.

She walked away, every step followed by his gaze. "About the party…" Bill said "If you could get somebody to record Billy's performance tonight, I'd love to see it." he joked.

"I'll make a note of that." Laura turned and replied with a smile "Good night Commander."

"Good night, Madam President."

The hatch closed with a heavy jolt as Bill made his way back to his couch next to his two gifts. He picked up his glass and took a long, slow sip, staring off into the storm tossed wilds of the picture. He stared at it and contemplating them both alone. By himself.

He smiled.


	3. If only for you

**_Special thanks to Sabaceanbabe for her gracious permission in using elements from her fic canon...:)_**

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Maggie stirred, flinching at the bright lights glaring into her half opened eyes. She cursed silently as her head shifted, feeling like she'd just made a hard 9 gee reentry. She temporarily resigned herself to the throbbing ache and pushed herself upright wherever the frak she was. It was cold. Hard and cold. Hard and cold and the world tasted awful…maybe that was just her. Her back was on fire and something was poking her just below her ribs, making it feel no less comfortable than any other part of her body. Maggie's eyes finally adjusted to the piercing light enough for her to see through the bulletproof glass of her Raptor's canopy and out into the quiet hangerdeck. _"Must be morning…"_ she thought to herself, still wondering why she was waking up in her ship, how she'd managed to lose nearly an entire bottle of Galactica's finest booze in the course of one night, and why she hadn't spit out the stray strands of untied hair still tickling the inside of her mouth.

She solved the last problem first, spitting hard and undignified and thanking the Gods nobody was around to see her. Not that she hadn't woken up from a wild night before, but she sure as hell wasn't in the mood for any of the other pilots to see her like this. The near empty bottle she'd brought aboard sometime last night came up to eye level, lifted by her half asleep hands as she stared into it, just letting the memories of last night wash back over her like driftwood on a freezing shore. Maggie reluctantly opened it up once more for a quick shot to rinse the burning taste from the back of her throat, and for a chance to wake her mind up to the strange new day.

The smooth liquid glided down as she laid her head back against the worn headrest and replayed the images from the other night, only the images didn't come so fast as the sounds and scents accompanying them. She reached behind her back and pulled whatever it was out from under her ribs, out of the way and comfortably to her left side, but still out of sight. Maggie's eyes still ached, so she let them close and watched in welcome darkness.

Ambrosia…and yelling… She was at the party, happy and flinging her arms up from winning a hand she had been sure she was going to lose. Kara enjoying herself more than anybody…Kat and Hotdog running around like a couple of idiots… Helo glanced over to her more than once from the corner. He was a part of the crew again. The dead guy that came back with his pregnant Cylon that acted like it was Sharon. Maggie kept catching him watching her with his cool, steely gaze while she kept watching him. He didn't belong to her, and she sure as hell wasn't going to ever be the "other woman". She wanted him to stop watching her…wished she could stop herself. Happy…everybody was happy. She looked around at all the smiling faces of her friends, her…

_Family…_

Sweetness and smoke filled her senses as she stood before flickering lights. She had left the party, not quite sober but not drunk yet…for a reason. Maggie lit a solitary candle and looked up at the ocean of lost faces and messages on the wall, all staring back at her like she could actually offer them a reason why they were up there and she was still here. She was at her usual spot, in front of a silly looking little stuffed bear with a big red heart on its chest. She'd gotten it as a present for her brother's new baby, due as soon as her tour on Galactica was up. She spent the whole tour thinking about something else…someone else. Maggie was still engaged to her fiancé Eric, but she'd fallen out of love with him longer ago than she could even remember anymore. She didn't want a new life with him; she didn't even want to see him. But she would. And no easy way out like a phone call, either, she was going to meet him and tell him the truth to his face. It was going to hurt like hell, but she knew she could do it.

And if it stayed tough, she could always visit her new niece…

She was on Galactica, they were back on Caprica.

She was alive, they were dead. That simple.

Maggie stood there in silence among the couple dozen other people that were paying their respects at the same moment and felt her stomach knot and twist. It wasn't enough. Just feeling the regret over the dead man she couldn't love and the little girl that she never got a chance to love wasn't enough. Because she was here, on Galactica. Looking at some stupid little trinket she once thought could make the world a happier place.

All it did was remind her that she was here, on Galactica. And they weren't.

Something else ran through Maggie's memory as she recalled the previous night from the discomfort of her Raptor; something farther back, distant and shimmering and cold through her fingers and toes. A wide blue sky and deep, azure canyons of forest stretched over her head and icy crystal waters flowed around her. The sound of smoothly rushing waters swirled around her as she held her brand new shiny fly rod tightly in her fingers. Her hat flopped over her face, hiding the brilliant sun from her vision as she focused downstream on a pair of fawns flying across the width of the flat waters. It was early in the morning, the morning after Saturnalias day and the scent of water and slick stones made her smile as she looked up at the tall man smiling down at her.

She was with her Dad.

Maggie opened her eyes in the Raptor, all the formerly scattered pieces where they belonged. Her headache wasn't going away anytime soon, and her face stung from the burning salt of her tears the other night, reminding her of all the things she'd wanted the alcohol to drown away, pushed back into whatever hatred and anger she could muster against the Cylons and herself. All the better, she thought silently. Suddenly she didn't mind the pain in her body or the throbbing, pounding in her head.

It had been the first Saturnalias day since the world ended and everybody Maggie Edmondson loved on the Colonies died.

She wanted the pain. It was all she had left of them.

A few more moments passed by, enough for Maggie to ready herself for the rest of her life.

"Back to work…" she groaned, not looking forward spending the rest of the day in a heavy flightsuit, but preferring it over everything else. She started to shift out of her seat as another pair of footsteps bounced off the composite metal of the Raptor behind her. Heavy footsteps. Maggie arched her head around and frowned in embarrassment.

"Morning, sunshine!" Helo grinned, far too perky and loud for Maggie's liking.

"Helo…Gods…" Maggie glared sourly at him, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and feeling the now empty bottle slip from her grasp and hit the floor.

"Fun night, huh?" he asked, graciously a few decibels lower.

She fought to wake her legs up and find her footing, reaching down to pick up her discarded bottle and stuffed it as best she could into the right pocket of her worn khaki jacket. "Yeah…loads of fun, Helo."

"Sure looks like it." Helo smiled, watching her dark brown hair wildly swirl around her face and neck. He wouldn't dare tell her while she was glaring at him, and especially not in an enclosed space like the Raptor, but he loved her new look. _"Stop smiling at me." _Maggie told him in her long, silent-but-deadly glance as she involuntarily mirrored his smile…if only for a second.

"You missed the morning briefing, but the CAG told me to pass along the word that your fleet pass is still good for the next couple days, so if you want today…" he told her warmly. _"Take a break."_ is all Maggie heard him say as she looked away from him and down at the object that had been poking her in the back, instantly remembering what it was and why it was there.

"I'm fine, Agathon." she stated flatly, reaching for it discreetly and hiding it behind her back.

"Well…" he replied, letting his words wander as he stepped all the way into the narrow open space, "offer's still open, if you want it."

"I know." Maggie grunted and got on her feet, careful to not to make anymore eye contact with him. "Thanks anyway."

She stepped forward and met him, standing like a big column in front of her. "You're in my way."

Helo reached into his pocket and pulled out something, a small, white octagonal box tied with a shiny strip of brilliant blue string and held it at waist level for her to see. "What the frak is that?" she asked, still not looking up at him, but entranced by the sparkling sapphire.

"I know it's a day late, but…" Helo began, making Maggie roll her head and bite down on her lip, breathing out hard and knowing she wasn't going to make it out that easy "…you stepped out last night before I could give it to you and I couldn't find you after that. So…"

She glared angrily up at him, not so much over him following her around like a big, dumb, love-sick puppy, or even the walking toaster that he was so, completely and idiotically in love with, but the fact that she felt crappy and loved it that way, and she was in no mood for Karl Agathon to come in and ruin it for her by trying to make her happy.

"Happy Saturnalias day, Mags." Helo said softly as she stuffed the mystery object in with the empty bottle and took his gift into her hands. Slipping off the bow and opening the top of the box, Maggie looked down at the small, looping streak of light and dark and sparks of gold nestled in recycled dull blue paper and felt all the bile and hate that had sat in her stomach all night dissolve away in an instant.

Helo looked down at her, so close he could feel her hair brush gently against his chin. "I've heard you talk about how you used to love fishing when you were a kid. I know it's not much, but…"

"It's stupid." Maggie sighed in a hushed exhaustion, taking the small fly fishing hook from its box and twirling it slowly between her fingers, watching the dark brown fluff with gold sparkles shine in the low light. She could feel him deflate in front of her, shuffling uncomfortably on his feet.

"Hey, I didn't…" he said politely, realizing he'd reminded her of home and all the reasons why she was here by herself. His hands reached halfway to take it back; stopping in place. "I didn't mean to…I'm sorry, Maggie, it is stu…"

"It's pretty." Maggie smiled up at him painfully, finally looking into his eyes.

He stared down in silence into her dark brown eyes, rimmed with sparks of gold in the low light. Helo studied the smooth curves of her face, tired and scarred and so frakking beautiful. He knew life was hell for her; that she'd loved life before the attacks and all the things she'd made herself become to be able to survive her survival. Her eyes fluttered and her cheeks flushed bright red as she blinked hard and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Helo's right hand slid up, stopping her tear with the pad of his thumb as gently as a warm breeze. His eyes closed and he let out a slow sigh under his breath. He looked into her and smiled. "The Gods would hate to see you cry right after Saturnalias, Mags."

She turned her face into his palm and winced with a whimper, realizing the next moment she was grasping onto his neck and shoulder for leverage as she pulled him down into her. He met her lips, tasting ambrosia and her own, sweeter flavor, and abandoned himself to her need, intoxicated by the scent of her dark, free flowing hair. She collapsed into him, making herself forget the universe around her and take this moment for what it was, breathing him. He didn't care how long it lasted or even who saw them. He owed this moment to her, owed her if only for these brief moments all the love he secretly held for her in his heart. Any words would have just frakked it up.

He felt Maggie wrap her arms around him in one final, tight squeeze and release him, dropping back to her feet and pushing something into his stomach with the force of a punch. He grasped it in his hands and she stepped back and silently mouthed _"Shut up."_ in embarrassment. Before he knew what was happening, she had slipped past him and was standing halfway out the door.

Helo looked down at the long, slim bottle, glowing a pale gold with an old, hand painted seal around the edge. He recognized it in an instant.

"Hey, how in the frak did you…?" he asked, turning around to see her nervous and grinning sweetly.

"Happy Saturnalias day, Karl." Maggie smiled softly, stepping out and off the wing onto the flight deck, not looking back.

Helo smiled in her direction long after she was gone before looking down again at his gift from Maggie. He bent down to get into the pilot's seat where Maggie had spent the night and sprawled out as best he could, holding the bottle tightly in his hands and recalling a long forgotten scent awakened by the pale gold liquid. He held the cork up to his nose and sniffed, catching it for real this time; little blue and yellow flowers and green grass and warm earth and sunshine…

Homemade Caprican sweet wine.

Just like his mom used to make during the long hot summers when he was a kid.

Helo closed his eyes and spent some time back home, back with his mom and dad and sisters and the warm sunshine.

He could sit with them in the Raptor for a while.


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